ANNACHIE GORDON       Trad.

(Lord Saltoun is Fraser of Saltoun)

>From: spp@plitvice.EECS.Berkeley.EDU (Steve Pope):
>An aside, although this song is listed as "traditional" on
>Mary Black's recording, there is a belief that Nick Jones
>may be the composer.


G                     Am            Bm
Buchan is bonnie, and there lies my love.
   C             G                     C
My heart it lies on him, it will not remove.
   G        D          C               G
It will not remove for all that I have done.
  C            G         Em        C
O never will I forget my love, Annachie.
    G        D            C               G
For Annachie Gordon, he's Bonnie and he's braw:
       C        G          Em       C
He'd entice any woman that ever him saw.
       G        D          C              G
He'd entice any woman, and so he has done me.
  C            G         Em        C
O never will I forget my love, Annachie.

Down came her father and he's standing on the floor, (by the door)
Saying "Jeannie, you're trying the tricks of a whore:
You care nothing for a man who cares so very much for thee.
You must marry with Lord Saltoun, and leave young Annachie,
For Annachie Gordon, he's only but a man,
And although he may be pretty, but where are all his lands?
Saltoun's lands are broad, and his towers they stand high.
You must marry with Lord Saltoun and forget young Annachie."

"With Annachie Gordon, I'd beg for my bread,
Before that I'd marry Saltoun with gold to my head,
With gold to my head, and gowns fringed to the knee.
O I'll die if I don't get my love, Annachie.
And you, who are my parents, to the church you may me bring,
But unto Lord Saltoun I'll never bear a son,
O a son or a daughter. I'll never bow my knee.
I'll die if I don't get my love, Annachie."

When Jeannie was married, and from the church she was brought home,
And she and her maidens so merry should have been,
When she and her maidens so merry should have been,
O She's gone to her chamber and she's crying all alone.

"Come to bed now Jeannie, my honey and my sweet,
For to style you my mistress, it would not be meet."
"O, it's Mistress or Jeannie, it's all the same to me,
For it's in your bed, Lord Saltoun, I never shall be."
    G                D                C             G
And up and spoke her father, and he's spoken with renown:
     C               G                  D              G
"All you who are her maidens, won't you loosen off her gown."
C       G....
But she fell down in a swoon, o so low down by their knees,
Saying "Look on, for I'm dying for my love, Annachie."

The day that Jeannie married was the day that Jeannie died.
That's the day that young Annachie came rolling home from the tide,
And down came her maidens, and they're wringing of their hands,
Crying "Woe to you, Annachie, for staying from the sands,
So long from the land and so long upon the flood.
O they've married your Jeannie, and now she is dead!"

"All you that were her maidens, won't you take me by the hand,
And won't you lead me to the chamber that my love lies in?"
And he kissed her cold lips until his heart turned to stone,
And he's died in the chamber where his true love lay in.

Child #239
@ballad @love @death